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... very single day, every single night, regardless of the weather, regardless of how many dirt-bloods fell, the deforestation continued without, barely ever slowing down as a result of the efforts of the elves.
And there was a new problem, the dirt-blooded leader could spot the elves laying ambushes, after the scout had been slain by a javelin, their focus and wariness reached a new height, they had always been exceedingly careful, taught from infancy that being afraid was a good thing, tha ...
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